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... ked as if it might crack—then it didn’t.
Instead, she laughed again.
Light. Elegant. Perfectly controlled.
A kind of laughter far more suited to echoing through a cathedral hall than a muddy tomato field.
"Oh my," she said gently. "Young Master certainly has a... unique sense of humor."
Lucas clicked his tongue inwardly.
That laugh.
It made his skin crawl—annoying, irritating. Too artificial. Not friendly—just grating.
"Enough," he ...
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